destruction and regrowth || egg in the desert?

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael's daily patrols had never been interrupted by an egg before.  The sight of Astiar particularly, curled protectively around an unusually large egg -- the vulpine decided investigating was his new priority.

His ears sat flat against his skull, a spark of true irritation flashing in golden hues as Mercede's mind lashed out -- loudly.  A direct offense he hardly planned on allowing to continue.

"Enough, Mercede."  The two ice sharp words were all the young fox would earn from the faerie.

He inclined his head towards Astiar, redirecting his attention.  The unusual dragon found the egg, not the young Callahan.  His brow furrowed thoughtfully as he stepped closer.

Providing care to whatever creature lay inside sounded more like a fool's errand to Gael.  Their numbers, dominated by children and youth, required more resources than they currently possessed.  The hatching to come from this egg would be doomed to the same.

... The faerie suspected it was unlikely Astiar would feel inclined to abandon the egg to the desert -- his protective body language, though likely born by instinct, attested to that.

A child such as Mercede would only see the egg as a trophy -- a possession.  An object to want and observe.  Where he stood, Gael desired no more children in his life; Aine would always be enough.

"Astiar," time to start simply. "We should move the egg to the Event Temple."

While they possessed no official erudites, Gael made a point to maintain the building for any they may have in the future.  It would be the best place to create a makeshift nursery while they decided what they should do about an unknown egg.

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby